an imposing desk stood sentinel, its polished surface gleaming under the soft light that filled the room. Behind it, an enormous Window hung from floor to ceiling, its ornate frame a stark contrast to the utilitarian nature of the rest of the space.
The machine that held Leonardo upright was a marvel of engineering and a horror to behold, crafted from a silvery metal that seemed to absorb the light around it rather than reflect it. It still working, extracting and imbuing what ever substance it had.
Henri stood before this grim tableau, his fingers absently tracing the edge of a nearby control panel. The soft beeps and whirs of the life-support system created an eerie backdrop to their conversation. He turned to face Anna, his expression unreadable.
"Your-" Henri started, then paused. His brow furrowed as he chose his words carefully, the lines on his face deepening. "I know you're not lying, baby, but how sure are you?"
